I’m in bed, asleep, and I feel as if I’m being pulled off the bed. Sometimes I feel a presence in the room, sometimes I just feel the tugging on my clothes. I fought this feeling the first few times I had this dream but now I just let it happen because in the dream I know it’s a dream.
Knowing it’s a dream is cool.
I hope you won’t land on the floor (in your dream).
Oooh, isn’t that the stuff of childhood nightmares having a monster under the bed? It is very cool that it doesn’t scare you.
It does scare me at first until I realize what it is.
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